Review if you like plz. Read On Lovelies. lol. btw, this is short for a reason. There's a part two for this chapter. I just wanted to get the idea out there. thnx.

Before The Storm

Friends for a Change

"You can do this. You can do this. You will do this. You have to do this."

That's what I had been telling myself all afternoon. Disney was shooting for it's latest whim. Too bad for me, it included everyone. Even them. You know who I mean. It's not like they were my only friends on this network, but everyone knew about our history. How couldn't they? It had been a long one. The problem is that all of us our friends except for me and them.

It's not that we hate each other. At least I don't hate them. After the whole separation, I didn't lose just my best friend or my boyfriend. I lost my brothers. They were my brothers. Or so I thought. And now I have to pretend to be happy and talk about our environment. To be truthful, the earth is the last thing on my mind right now.

Selena and Demi are my friends. Demi and I are actually very close now. I think all Selena and me could ever be are just friends. Not best friends. Just friends. A few months ago, I wanted to beat her ass, but I've come to the conclusion that I'd much rather love her. As a friend, of course.

Flashback...

"Whoa, this stage is awesome."

"I know, right?"

I turned around to see Demi Munroe behind me. We don't talk much. Actually, we don't talk at all.

"Miley C. Never thought we'd be in the same building." That was all she said. I could tell she was trying to make conversation. That wouldn't work.

"Save yourself the trouble Demi. We don't want the boys seeing you talking to me."

"What are you talking ab--?"

"Let me guess, you consider them like brothers? You think they'll always be on your side? I won't lecture on what to worry about. I just find it fair to tell that no one can be trusted in these waters. You're the new Disney "it" girl. Don't ruin it by revealing things to the wrong people."

Then I walked away. I hoped she wasn't like me, and didn't listen. Or else she would end up like me. She probably didn't want that. The strange part is that I don't want it, either.

Later that Day

I ran backstage as fast as I could. I shut the door as fast as I could. My tears wet my shirt as fast as they could. I don't know what's worse. This feeling being familiar or what causes this feeling. I pondered that as my face warmed more and more by constantly reminding drops of sadness that wouldn't seem to stop falling. Then I heard a knock and a knob was turned.

There stood Demi in all her glittery glory. There was something in her face. It was foreign to my memory. She always looked happy. But this wasn't happiness. She looked...looked worried.